Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vietnam and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fat Boys,
Main Source,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang On A Can,
Morten Harket,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
Bauhaus,
Derrick Morgan,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
MC5,
David McCallum,
John Lydon,
Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Simply Red,
Man Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Barbara Tucker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
Brand Nubian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Interpol,
The Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Associates,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Terry,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
Robert Görl,
The Standells,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.